Christianity swirled through my adolescence. As a teenager I embraced it, read the Bible frequently...all the way through more than once. Didn't understand much of it. Got married, largely because of it. Got divorced eleven years later in spite of it, and began to question it...and be angry about it...and the way women are treated and portrayed. Started studying religion in general, which made more sense to me. "One God, world without end." I'm missing the stories. I started reading it again. It still doesn't make much sense...much of it...but I still like the stories...the horrifying, badder than Grimes Fairy Tale Stories. This is the first in a series I'm going to do about those stories. I have twelve planned. The number is intentional.
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